"Whoosh!" The wind whistled past his ears. Zhou Yun looked at the rapidly retreating scenery in front of him. The speed was tens of times faster than his sword control technique. A tear slowly flowed from the corner of his eye.
"That's fast. Is this the power of money?" Zhou Yun lay down. The fur on his soft back slowly wrapped around him as if it had a mind of its own and was continuously massaging his body.
"Wuu?" There was a slight humming sound in front of him, as if asking if the massage was comfortable and how strong it was.
Zhou Yun nodded his head. It was so comfortable. It was simply too comfortable!
If this was still not comfortable, even if Zhou Yun personally became a mount, he might not be able to serve his master so well!